We snogged for an undefined amount of time, until we broke apart.
“We really suck at talking, don’t we?” Tom said.
“You think?” I said.
“What now?” he asked.
“Dunno,” I said.
“I fancy you, you fancy me, no words need be necessary?” he said.
“It doesn’t explain why you left,” I said.
“I left because I thought you were just using me for a snog,” he said, “you were drunk and you’d just broken up with Dick.”
“I am offended,” I said, swatting him on the arm, “Dominique Weasley is not a slut. And we’re best friends Tom, I wouldn’t want to jeopardize that.”
“Then what are we doing now?” he asked.
I had no answer for him.
“Will you go out with me?” he asked, getting down on one knee.
“Wait, hold up,” I said, “as classy as your proposal is, we have some unfinished business to take care of.”
“Like what?” he asked.
“What’s going to happen if we ever break up?” I asked, “What’s going to happen to our trio?”
“Wow, Dom,” he said, “nice to know that you think our relationship is going to last for so long.”
“I’m just saying,” I said, “just being logical here.”
“How about we cross that bridge when we come to it?” he asked.
“Fine,” I said, “I accept.”
He smiled, and kissed me.
I was happy.
“How long do you think we’ve been in here for you?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” I said, “you’re lucky we both have free period now.”
“Like you would think twice about skipping class,” he said, cocking an eyebrow.
“Hey!” I said, “I take pride in my studies!”
“Whatever you say,” he laughed.
“Can we get out of this broom closet?” I said.
“I thought you’d never ask,” he said, standing up and brushing himself off, then extending a hand to me.
I grabbed it and we pushed the door open.
We were hiding out in the library, salvaging what was left of free period.
“How are we going to break it to the general public?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” he said, “how are we going to break it to James?”
“Are you ready for a Wotter thrashing?” I asked.
“They all love me,” he said.
“But they hate my boyfriends,” I said, “you better protect that pretty face of yours.”
“I’m not scared,” he said.
“You better be,” I said, “remember Elliot?”
“The one who transferred?” he asked.
“That’s the one,” I said, “he asked me out before he left…”
“Holy shit,” he said, looking a bit scared.
“Don’t worry Tommy,” I said, “after all, James loves you right? So does the rest of the family.”
“Tommy! Dommy!” James sang, “What are my two favorite people doing in the library?”
“James, mate,” Tom said, “we actually have something we want to tell you.”
“What?” he said.
“Uh, Dom and I,” Tom said tentatively,” we’re…together now.”
Both of us watched James to see how he would react. He stayed silent for a while, then opened his mouth.
“All those years of eye sex. I just knew it!” he crowed, getting up on a chair.
Apparently he wasn’t as clueless as we thought.
“HEY EVERYONE! MY TWO BEST FRIENDS, THOMAS DEAN FINNIGAN AND DOMINIQUE WEASLEY ARE GETTING MARRIED!” he screamed, cupping his hands.
“Is he for real?” I wondered out loud.
“Who is my best friend?” Tom said, looking quite horrified.
“DID HE SAY WE WERE GETTING MARRIED?” we both said in unison, looking at each other.
“POTTER!” Madam Pince said, rushing over, “This is a LIBRARY! OUT!”
She glared at us, but we made slicing motions, trying to signal to her that we had nothing to do with his insanity.
One Week Later
News spread like wildfire at Hogwarts. You think people would have better things to talk about then our new relationship.
Roxy was happy, having won her money from James, but she wasn’t the only one. Apparently most of my family had bet, along with a good portion of the population of Hogwarts.
For this whole week, it was a constant stream of Are you dating Tom, Dom?
Are you dating Dom, Tom?
Oh hey look, our names rhyme. That’s pretty lame. Maybe we’re “destined to be together” or some shit like that.
Are Tom and Dom dating, James?
Then there were always the wild rumors.
Are you pregnant Dom?
I’m not that fat.
Is Tom a vampire, Dom?
Not that I know of.
Is Dom secretly a dragon, Tom?
She doesn't breathe fire, does she?
Apparently the student body had decided to name us Tomnique instead of Domas. Good move on their part. I’m really going to miss good old Hoggy-woggy Hogwarts and its random gossip. We always get a kick out of this.
James was fully supportive, and he was the third wheel for a while until we forced him to go away. Poor James. But we still prank, and we’re still the notorious trio that wreaks havoc on Hogwarts.
Tom is no longer afraid of being beat up by various Wotter members. I haven’t taken him home to meet dad yet though. Maybe dad will decide to go all werewolf on him. That’d be interesting.
The whole school got their gossip, and I got my relationship with a non-asshole.
After all, isn’t that every girl’s childhood dream?
A/N: Yay, I'm not completely happy with how this turned out, but thanks to all of you who stuck around until the end :)
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